Page 55 of Saint

He grabs one of my arms, twisting it behind my back and spinning me face down on the bed.

“Let me go.” I try to wiggle loose, but he’s pinned me to the mattress. His hard chest rests over me, and his dick is rock hard against my ass the more I squirm.

“Why would I do that?” He drags his lips along my neck, trailing his free hand downward. “You were the slut offering yourself up to me in the hallway.”

“And you were the one who said you were seeing someone, so why do you care?” I hate that it still hurts, even when he’s being mean and aggressive.

“You’re right, Violet, I am.” He drags his hand down to the hem of my short dress and lifts it up over my ass. “And right now, I’m tempted to teach her a lesson.”

He reaches between my legs and grabs me so hard it takes my breath away.

“We’re not seeing each other.”

“Aren’t we?” He rubs my pussy, slowly building that familiar flutter in my core. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re all I see.”

“Saint.” I moan as he drags his hand up to finger my clit, digging his hard length against me.

“Tell me, kitten…” He rocks his hips. “How far were you willing to take this to test me? What would you have done if I’d let Declan bring you up here? Would you have beena slut for him too? Would you have sucked his cock just to give me a reason to cut it off him?”

“No.” I try to shake my head, but his grip on my ponytail doesn’t allow for much movement. “And you can’t do that. He’s your friend.”

“So was Liam.”

I grip the blanket at the harsh reminder. Wiggling once more, I try to break free, but Saint holds me tighter. Reaching back, I rake his arms with my nails, getting in a scratch that draws blood.

Saint lifts off me, spinning me to pin my back to the mattress and shoving his hips between my legs.

I claw at his chest and try to shove him off me. But with every scratch, every hit, and every struggle, his dark eyes light up with a crackling fire.

He grabs both my wrists in one of his hands and pins them overhead. His other grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. And without the mask, I’m faced with the full force of the man who won’t let me escape.

“Answer my question, Violet.” He pinches my cheeks, forcing my lips apart so he can shove his thumb into my mouth. “Would you have swallowed another man’s cum down your pretty little throat, like you did mine in that forest, just to piss me off?”

“Fuck you.” It comes out mumbled around his thumb.

“What was that?” He shoves his thumb further, making me gag. “Talk to me like a whore, and I’ll fuck you like one.”

Saint pulls his hand away and moves it down once again, pulling my dress up at the front and peeling my underwear to the side.

“Except you aren’t a whore, are you?” He slides his fingers through me. “You’re untouched. Untamed. A perfect virgin cunt waiting to be ripped open.”

He presses a finger to my entrance, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. I hate how I want this as much as I don’t. How my mind tells me to fight, but my body begs him to keep going.

I struggle in his grip, but he doesn’t let me go, shoving a finger into my pussy instead.

“I’m not doing this with you.” I tip my head back and seal my eyes shut at the feel of him inside me. “I hate you.”

“No, Violet.” He draws his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. “You don’t hate me. You’re too busy hating yourself for what I’m waking up inside you. But you should hate me.”

He shoves his fingers to the back of my throat as he rocks his hips against my core.

“And if you could read my thoughts, you really would.”

18

Beautiful When You Break

Violet

---